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Vegas Trip… Part 2

Whee… It’s 2 am and for many people here, that means the night is still young.  I’m kind of impressed with myself that I made it this far. If I was at home right now, my alarm would be going off to wake me up for work. Weird. 

Ok, so this evening we had to pack up our trade show booth, which took all of 20 minutes, but then consisted of waiting for another half an hour for the guys to bring out our crate so we could pack it up. Fortunately one guy was nice and he found our crate for us and brought it earlier than they would have otherwise. If that makes any sense. 

Most of my fellow employees had dinner plans with customers, so it was down to me and one other person.  We strolled over to the Bellagio again to look for a place to eat, but also to look at the fountains. We walked a lot.  Every five minutes someone was shoving coupons for strip clubs in our faces and offering us sweet deals for adult themed activities. Of course we declined. 

We finally ended up eating at a bar in our own hotel. Afterwards I convinced him to take another walk back to the Bellagio so I could look at the fountains again. (Honestly, I might just go back over there after I finish this blog post, even though I am in yoga pants and a tank top.)


I could watch all night.
While we were waiting for the next show to being, my coworker told me to have a look behind me on the sidewalk, where a bunch of people had gathered. This is what they were looking at:


Hey guys, I’m just gonna float around here for a bit.
The witch was a real person and not a statue or anything. Every once in a while she would move her hand or lift her head and look around. I know how this trick works, but still it was quite creepy to see. Plus, I am not entirely sure how the whole setup was balancing on that small end, unless it was actually shoved into a hole in the sidewalk. 

After watching another fountain show, we headed back to our hotel and met up with our other coworkers. A few drinks later, three of us then went out and checked out the Harrods Carnival Court nightclub, which was fun. Again, while walking, we kept getting propositioned for various bargain strip clubs and the like. We also saw an interesting array of people. I did not take pictures of them, but we saw a Hello Kitty, a guy in police shorts with rainbow-colored hairy boots, several showgirls, a pair of playboy bunnies, Alan from the Hangover,  and Marilyn Monroe standing over an air duct so her skirt was blowing up around her. 

Should I even be telling you this, or is it violating the “What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas” rule?

In any case, it was another interesting evening. 

Now I am back in the room, rehydrating. I was advised before coming to get a portable humidifier. So I did, and I think it’s really helping. Even my right eye (which usually feels like a raisin when I wake up) has been feeling pretty fresh in the mornings. 

My nightly hydration setup…
The only complaint is that the humidifier has an extremely bright blue LED indicator so it’s like blinding me as I try to sleep. My dad always says that light doesn’t bother him when he’s trying to sleep because he just “closes his eyes.”  Well for some reason even with my eyes closed, I can sense that there is light in my bed chambers and it displeases me. 

Ok. I really must get to sleep!

Vegas Trip… Part 1

 Yesterday morning I said goodbye to the pretty fall colors (and my pretty little Mazda) and embarked on a two-flight journey to Las Vegas, Nevada to help out with a trade show for work. 

I think fall colors look brighter on rainy days.

My flight to Chicago was uneventful.  Like, really uneventful. It was cloudy so there was nothing to look at out the window, and they didn’t even offer snacks with the beverage service. 

When I landed in Chicago I had just enough time to run to the bathroom before I had to board the next flight, so I couldn’t grab any lunch. Luckily I had trail mix and a huge bottle of water, but I was still so hungry. I bought a snack box on the plane. It had about 5 chips and this difficult-to-open hummus.  

Horrendously inadequate lunch.

At least on the second flight I was next to a petite woman and not a massive dude like I usually get stuck next to. She even got up to use the bathroom as we were flying over the Rockies, so I got some cool pictures. 

Somewhere in Colorado
Snow capped mountains magesty
When I got to Vegas, one of my coworkers was waiting for me at the gate, so that was nice. We shared a taxi to the hotel. I felt somewhat crappy at this point because I hadn’t had much to eat, and even though it was 4pm Las Vegas time, my tummy time was 7pm. 

We checked in and then went to the trade show floor to see the state of our booth. I grabbed a slice of pizza on the way, but it was too late. I wolfed down the pizza as we were walking. We spent about a half hour rearranging the booth that our other colleagues had attempted to set up. 

That evening, there was a welcome reception at the Chateau nightclub. I went back to my room to change and I was feeling so awful. I knew it was from not getting enough food and from being stuck on a plane most of the day. The pizza was just lurking in my stomach undigested. 

I made an attempt to do the nightclub. I got dressed up, I went all the way there and met up with more of my team. The pulsing lights and the smells of the food and people’s perfumes and aftershave was definitely not helping my headache, and by now the nausea was making its presence known. Luckily I made it back to my room just in time to toss my cookies (or pizza, in this case). Ugh. 

More times than not, flying makes me feel like death when I get to my final destination. It doesn’t even matter that I drink like 10 gallons of water on the way. This is why I don’t like to have any plans for the night of my arrival. I just need time to purge and sleep it off.

Anyway… Today I felt better, despite tossing and turning all night worrying that I was going to forget to do something before the show started. 


May I take your order?
After the trade show, I had a quick dinner with one of my coworkers, and then I headed over to the Bellagio because I heard that there was a conservatory and botanical garden. I was a bit disappointed because it wasn’t really a botanical garden but a fall harvest display. 

Look at my pumpkin!

I did enjoy taking a gander at the Chihuly sculpture that hangs on the ceiling of the reception area.   

I also caught a couple of the Bellagio fountain shows. The first one I saw was set to the Beatles’ Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. That was cool. The second was set to some opera piece and I was cracking up because all I could think of was Adam Sandler as Opera Man. 

Dancing fountains.

It gave me joy to notice that all the bright lights in Vegas were still outshined by the nearly full moon.  

That’s it for now!